“He asked you out. Again. You have got to be kidding me." Karla paced back and forth, flailing her arms in her frustration. “I don't friggin' believe it."
Aimee sat at the table, a bacon sandwich in front of her along with a glass of water. She enjoyed another hour of peace and quiet before her sister barged into the apartment smelling like coconuts and sweat. It was a rather pungent combination. Aimee told her about Mitch's call earlier and the invitation to meet him for drinks. She left out the part where he had told her to meet him, however. She didn't need a repeat of their dinner date.
“I let the son of a b***h spank me!"
Aimee choked on the bite of sandwich she was chewing. When the coughing fit subsided, she stared at her sister, dumbfounded. “You did what? When did this happen?"
